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XXVIII. 



Mid scents as varied as the scene, 

 Distinct is thine fair Meadow's^ Queen! 



With buds of pearly dye ; 

 Graceful thy foliage, and thy hue 

 In softest shades of green and blue, 

 Attracting still a closer view, 



Will fix the admiring eye. 



XXIX. 



The haughty chief whose thirst to reign. 

 Spreads desolation o'er the plain. 



And mingles want and woe ; 

 Might leani of thee, and throw aside 

 His baneful, sanguinary pride,^ — 

 'Tis thine to stop the crimson tide,* 



'Tis his to bid it flow. 



